Chapter 1 The Boy Who Ran Away from Home

  After logging off, Jia Wen left his helmet aside, and the depression in his heart only grew. He had originally thought that by entering the game, he would be like the protagonist of an online novel - cool and powerful. But as soon as he entered the hidden map, he encountered a dirty old man who taught him an extraordinary skill and gave him a super divine artifact, allowing him to look down on the world and summon the winds. However, from his own experiences, this fantasy was just that - a fantasy. If only he had deleted his account and started over back then, he wouldn't have ended up like this. But that weapon, that weapon that ignored defense, really made him reluctant to part with it...

  Gradually, with complex thoughts and extreme fatigue, Jia Wen slowly drifted into a dreamy sleep. At this moment, he slept so peacefully, so quietly. The entire night's struggle had been in vain, he was indeed too tired, the blow he received was indeed too great...

  "Jiawen, Jiawen, get up and eat, you little rascal, it's already dark..."

  Outside the door, the kind voice of his master came, making Jia Wen, who had just woken up, pause for a moment. He now seemed to be somewhat afraid to face his master. His master had spent a lot of money to buy him the best helmet. But in the game, why was it so disappointing? This game that millions of people entered, why was he the only one who was so unlucky? If things continued like this, let alone creating wealth, it would be hard for him to even escape.

  He let out a long sigh, and Jiawen quietly got down from the bed and slowly opened the door. Seeing his master sitting on the sofa in the living room, he couldn't help but pause for a moment.

  "Master!"

  Zi Yuan slowly turned his head, chuckling: "I thought you kid hadn't logged off yet. How's it going? Reached level 15, right? Level 15 is the level where you can leave the village and change your profession."

  Jia Wen nodded suddenly and sat down on the sofa with a dejected air.

  "What's wrong? Are you ill?" Zhenyuan hastily asked Jiawen, seeing that his complexion was off.

  Jia Wen nodded and quickly waved his hand in denial, looking very embarrassed as he shrugged his shoulders. He hurriedly concealed the discontent in his heart...

  After dinner, Jiawen originally wanted to muster up the courage to tell Master about what happened, but every time he saw Master's kind smile, he found it hard to speak up. Helpless, he once again suppressed the distress from the game deep within his heart...

  Back in his room, Jiawen sat on the bed, touching the brick-level helmet that his master had bought with his own blood. At this moment, Jiawen was confused.

  Do I really have to delete the number? Is this fair to Master? Master is already level 6 and knows his own ID. If the number is deleted, it will definitely not be hidden, with Master's temperament, he will naturally not blame himself, but how can he face him...

  To be honest, I was reluctant to delete my account earlier because I didn't want to disappoint my master and also couldn't bear to part with the invincible sword in the game. Now, there's another thing that's holding me back. I've already reached level 15, which took three days of effort and countless deaths to achieve - can it all go down the drain like this?

  After some deliberation, Jia Wen was still hesitant. After a moment's thought, this being a game, there must be rules, and the game wouldn't open up such a large area for no reason to occupy resources. This means that in the ancient battlefield, there must be a way out, it's just that he hasn't discovered it yet. Thinking of this, Jia Wen suddenly flipped over, picked up the helmet beside him, hesitated for a moment, and gritted his teeth as he put it on...

  After going online, Jia Wen still appeared on the green grass. Looking around at the endless wasteland of weeds, Jia Wen's confidence suddenly doubled...

  He had originally wanted to try opening the game map, but the displayed map was a deep crimson color, making it impossible to distinguish east, south, west, or north. In this vast desert, which direction should he search for a way out? Now that he was already level 15, according to the Chaotic Game's rules, at level 15, players would leave the village and before changing jobs, killing monsters wouldn't give any experience points. As a result, these level 20 Red Haired Rabbits scattered all over the mountains and plains had lost their usefulness...

  The rumbling sound started again, Jia Wen was taken aback, looked up at the blood-red sky, and knew that the deadly storm was coming again. Helpless, he could only return to the only shelter - behind the ancient stone tablet.

  Fierce gale, just as Jia Wen had barely dodged, suddenly howled in, those gale elements like sharp blades, blowing Jia Wen's face to the point of numbness. Although there was an ancient stone tablet behind him as a barrier, this wind was all-pervasive...

  Just as he felt a sharp pain all over his body, the system's devilish prompt sounded again.

  System prompt: Player Fenghun, you have been attacked by the storm and your HP has dropped to zero. Sorry, you are severely injured and unconscious. You will be automatically transported back to the resurrection point in 15 seconds...

  Hanged again, hanged once more. Being hanged has apparently become numb for Jia Wen. Having only played the game for a mere three days, the number of times he's been hanged is probably too many to count even with a calculator.

  Getting up from the resurrection point with a gloomy face, Jiawen stomped his feet fiercely. Damn it, the Red-haired Rabbit is no longer a threat, and this damn storm is coming again.

  But just as he was complaining about heaven and earth, another system prompt tone came through.

  System Prompt: Player Fenghun, due to being baptized by the ancient battlefield's Gale Element five times, congratulations, your character attributes have been enhanced. Vitality +5, Strength +5. Fatigue limit increased to 200. Acquired one talent skill.

  Upon hearing the system prompt, Jia Wen trembled with excitement and hastily opened his skill panel. The only highlight in the skill panel was the three purple characters "Enhancement Technique" that stood out prominently. Under the faint purple glow, it looked exceptionally eerie, causing a glimmer of light to appear before Jia Wen's eyes amidst his depression...

  Enhance Skill: Innate skill. Enhances all skills learned by the character, increasing the power of all skills by 10%, consuming 300 MP each time used.

  Innate skill, cannot be upgraded!

  Upon seeing this treasure, Jia Wen's previous gloominess was instantly swept away. Innate skill, could this actually be his own innate skill? But it can strengthen all the skills he has learned? In that case, wouldn't the power of the skills he learns after changing jobs increase exponentially after being strengthened by this skill?

  Ke Jia's excitement was short-lived, as a hint of despair suddenly emerged. What's the point of strengthening? Now that even careers can't be changed, and there are no combat skills, what's left to strengthen?

  With a sense of helplessness, Jiawen closed the skill panel and suddenly looked up at the sky. He was perplexed, he had lost even more confidence. Trapped in this place, what use were such talents?

  Give up? Should the character with innate skills also give up? If Jiawen was previously reluctant to delete his account because of his feelings for his master and this rusty sword that ignores defense, then now that he has innate skills, he is even more reluctant.

  It's worth noting that Jia Wen is also a gaming veteran, deeply aware of how difficult it is to obtain this innate skill. Moreover, the current character attributes have been enhanced, and the level has already reached the job transfer requirements...

  After much consideration, Jiawen still decided to come down. Even if it means dying once, she must fight with all her might. Not for anything else, but because there are still so many things that cannot be put down...

  After making up his mind, he dragged the long sword in his hand and walked out of the respawn point, reappearing at the refresh location of the Red-haired Wild Rabbit. This guy who had been abusing himself for three days had already become a waste product and could no longer be used. The top priority now was to leave this haunted place...

  With this thought in mind, Jiawen walked step by step towards the not-so-distant forest. He didn't know what was hidden in the forest, but he no longer cared. Anyway, being hung here by the wind or going deep into the forest to find a way out, even if he encountered higher-level monsters, it didn't matter.

  The forest on the ancient battlefield is vast and dense, and Jia Wen, who has just stepped into the forest, feels an unprecedented fear. The trees here block out the sky and the sun, and the gloomy wind blows in waves, with a dark and ominous energy rushing towards him, like hell itself.

  As Jiawen went deeper, a loud and proud howling sound suddenly came from the forest, accompanied by gusts of strong wind, making Jiawen's body tremble involuntarily.

  This strange cry was somewhat eerie and chilling. However, judging from the sound, it seemed to be similar to the howling of a strong wind.

  The eerie and terrifying sounds continued to echo, confirming Jia Wen's thoughts. With that, the fear in his heart also subsided a lot, and he plucked up the courage to venture deeper once again...

  Time passed minute by minute, and before he knew it, it was already afternoon in the game. Jiawen had been wandering aimlessly in this endless forest for several hours, but suddenly he realized that every place he had been to, the trees, the terrain were all exactly the same, as if everything in this place was carved out of the same mold. A sense of unease gradually rose up in his heart.

  Illusion, fallen into the illusion. It must be so. Should have known that there were catkins in this forest a long time ago, but now it's too late to realize it.

  Jia Wen is now in a state of despair, having thought there was still a glimmer of hope. But who knew that after escaping the wolf's den, he would enter the tiger's lair. Deeply trapped in this place, like a small boat in the vast ocean, he can't find any direction...

  After wandering in the illusory forest for a long time, Jiawen only felt a sense of despair, and his physical strength also clearly declined. As fatigue gradually approached, he had to find a giant tree to sit under and rest. Gradually, with the surge of drowsiness, Jiawen unknowingly closed his eyes.

  The sky gradually became darker, but Jiawen, who was in a dream, suddenly felt a loud rumbling sound in his ears. The sound was like the thunder of a summer storm, and also like the explosion of gunpowder, making his heart beat rapidly and unable to calm down.

  He felt something was off, and suddenly stood up, tightly gripping the long sword in his hand as he looked around. As the ground shook, his body also started to tremble, and with an unstable center of gravity, he stumbled and fell to the ground...

  The rumbling sound grew louder and clearer, but now Jia Wen, due to the violent shaking of the earth, was already unable to move, lying on the ground. Hearing this terrifying sound, he could only helplessly sigh and let things unfold...

  Rumble...

  A loud explosion sounded in Jia Wen's ears, and suddenly he felt his body lighten. When he came to, he found himself suspended in mid-air by an invisible force. Panicked, he tried to move his body, but it was as if some kind of power had bound him, rendering him immobile.

  Rumble, rumble...

  Another violent explosion spread out, at this moment Jiawen only felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and suddenly lost consciousness...